DEVOTION: A Weeping Cherry Tree...

by Beth Bondurant

Time and time again in God's creation... beauty comes unexpectedly.  Bursting forth from vacant and twisted limbs come "the breath of spring"... the newness of hope... the blossoms of wonder and fragile blessing.


From the thorns of the cactus... springs unimaginable elegance. 


"See how the flowers of the field grow.  If this is how God provides even in the grass... how much more does God love you. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions." 


Like the bark of a tree... life can be brittle and crusty... sharp and bumpy ... broken and ugly... but in God's creation... all is encompassed with love and grace.


It isn't always easy to rub up against sharp twigs and long peaked limbs... but when they break forth into the beauty of spring... what seems to be devoid of goodness... blossoms into marvelous surprise.


"To have faith is to be sure of the things we hope be certain of the things we cannot see." 


Forgive me, O God, because my faith wavers so often and I don't see it... and it's hard for me to believe it!!  How can you love everybody... no matter what.  O God, I want to see your grace and goodness in every creation ... from the smallest ...tiniest flower... to the tallest person alive but the hurt and pain... the harsh words and unfeeling actions... the constant patterns that seem so insensitive and down right harmful...the judgement and bias separates...and I am bereft of patient faith... of sure hope... of unconditional love.  Cleanse me, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.  You show me with every new day the wonder of your presence and power... but I close my eyes to the truth of your grace and forget the wind blowing words of peace and kindness through my heart and mind.  I do give thanks for holding every scrap of creation in your omnific hands... and I do believe that you mold and make us... in your image... for all time.  Lord, I believe... help my unbelief... as I watch life develop.... like a weeping cherry tree.


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